I went to bed with a red eye emitting green discharge and woke up to more of the same, yuck! What's a girl to do? I declared myself in a state of eye emergency and called my local ophthalmologist, whose answering service led me here. Other than a cranky, rude receptionist, the experience was perfect. The on-call doctor called me back within ten minutes, discussed my symptoms with me, and invited me to come in to see him as soon as I could. An hour later, I was in his office, and he was patiently tolerating my flinching dislike of having my eyes examined. The whole episode was painless, unlike the French farce that seeking emergency medical care can sometimes be and that I had anticipated. To top it off, he didn't make me feel bad for getting all worked up over what turned out to be pink eye.